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Barrel of a gun
Do you know the feeling of absolute dread
The cold barrel of a gun rammed in your head
The bullet splattering your brains behind you
With that pull there is nothing you can do
What was your last thought as the bullet sliced
What was your last image as the bullet diced
Brain's and flesh torn apart to make a path
It guides itself and makes a messy blood-bath
Looking down the barrel of a gun with dread
Waiting for it to tear open your head
